// Behind the scenes. A photo and the story behind it!

I went to a photographer because I needed professional images for my website and online presence. I came home with something completely unexpected: a sentence that has been hanging on the wall of my office ever since. Most entrepreneurs underestimate how strongly the quality of photographs influences their online presence. That was why I opened Google and randomly searched for photographers near me.

My calves and me. Is there a key to self-acceptance and unconditional self-love? A magic phrase that, once spoken, puts everything back in place? I think everyone carries their own magic words somewhere deep inside their heart. Sometimes, over the years, we build walls around them to protect ourselves. Even then, we should not lose hope. We simply have to search inside for that private little spell we thought we had lost.

We first met a few years ago when I went to model for one of his students. We immediately tuned into each other, and that same evening I returned to his studio. Magical photographs were created then too, reflecting all the sensitivity of the person I was at the time. This time was no different. Working with Norbi is deeply intimate because he experiences the world differently. He does not look at the other person and see a body; he sees a soul.

A few weeks ago, we created a photo series with Benedek. What made the assignment interesting was the challenge of making trendy, confident, professional photographs of a sixteen-year-old boy while keeping the images completely age-appropriate. Whenever I photograph teenagers, that is one of my main priorities. The pictures should not be too serious or too provocative — but they cannot feel overly childish either.

I had an intimate experience with my partner that caused another Woman inside me to begin unfolding. I wanted to see that side of myself in photographs. I had already brought a similarly unusual idea to life beautifully once before, so I had no question about who I would approach with this one. It matters enormously to me not to feel like just another client. I want to feel special — that my feelings, thoughts, body and soul matter.

Do coincidences exist? You could ponder that question for a long time, listing arguments for and against. Unexplained events, chance encounters? Everyone has to decide what they believe, but one thing I know for certain: my story was not the result of coincidence. As a young woman growing up in a small provincial town, I often dreamed about life in Budapest after finishing secondary school.

I basically see myself as a cheerful, energetic woman who enjoys men's appreciative glances, courtesy and attention. These small “chocolates” from the world around me continuously reinforce my confidence. I think a beautiful photograph can have a similar effect — another small “chocolate” that adds to feminine presence and self-confidence. Norbi had photographed me a few years earlier, so I already knew his work and precision both from personal experience and from following

As a marketing and communications partner of Olympus Hungary, whenever time allows I organise photography events where Olympus photographers can get together, create and learn from one another. One such occasion was this fashion shoot at the Apátsági Rege Confectionery in Tihany at the end of April 2021. Photo: Norbert Bánhalmi Where did it all begin? For me, 2020 began with the birth of my daughter, and the pandemic simply gave me the opportunity to spend as much time as

I'm sitting at the table. It is late at night. The lonely silence is broken only by the ticking of the dusty green-and-yellow clock on the kitchen wall. I ordered dinner again today even though I actually felt like cooking. As an ambulance passes somewhere in the distance, I wonder why I still haven't replaced that clock my ex put on the wall years ago. I never liked it, but he was so attached to it. Maybe because of the brand — but green and yellow in a red-and-black kitch

It was February 2014. Winter in Budapest, and I could not see a way out. I had just earned my degree, yet nobody would give me a job. My family was proud of everything I had achieved, but I did not feel successful. Until then I had known only platonic love. I weighed 121 kilos and was convinced nobody would ever want me and that I would never get married. By May I had fallen into a deep depression. My hair was dark, just like my mood, and I only got out of bed when I absolu